"
Jane and I exchanged glances.
"Hannah," I said, in a low tone, "I can only say this. If you but do
your part you may avert a great calamaty."
"My God, Miss Bab!" she cried. "That cook's a German. I said so from the
beginning."
"Not the cook, Hannah."
We were all silent. It was a terrable moment. I shortly afterwards left
the house, leaving Jane to study flag signals, or wig-waging as vulgarly
called, and TO WATCH.
CAMP, 4 P. M. Father has just been here.
We were trying to load one of Betty's uncle's guns when my Orderley
reported a car coming at a furious gate. On going to the opening of the
tent I saw that it was our car with father and Jane inside. They did not
stop in the road, but turned and came into the field, bumping awfully.
Father leaped out and exclaimed:
"Well!"
He then folded his arms and looked around.
"Upon my word, Bab!" he said. "You might at least take your Familey into
your confidence. If Jane had not happened to be at the house I'd never
have found you. But never mind about that now. Have you or have you not
seen my leather Dispach Case?"
Alas, my face betrayed me, being one that flushes easily and then turns
pale.
"I thought so," he said, in an angry voice. "Do you know that you have
kept a Board of Directors sitting for three hours, and that--Bab, you
are hopeless! Where is it?"
How great was my humiliation, although done with the Highest Motives, to
have my Corps standing around and listening. Also watching while I drew
out the rihben and the key.
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